Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.